When life is all about the beach, good music and the roadtrip. Cuban chronicles. Day 8.

After getting up in a better shape and having my eggs for breakfast (hmm...maybe I shouldn't have), we left Cienfuegos.

While having breakfast, Maria Esther told us about her son and daughter, who emigrated to the US and how her and her husband were stuck in that house, in charge of her son in law's business, instead of being enjoying their retirement in their own house.

A few kms away from Cienfuegos, 18 to be exact, we made our first stop at Rancho Luna. This place owes its name to a big hotel in the area, or was it the other way round? I can't remember. A beautiful, quiet, beach. Until now, it's been my favorite. Spoiler alert: it was my favorite of the whole trip.

I still can't believe this colour.

God! The sea! After swimming in the Caribbean Sea like Jack Sparow, I have to go back to swim in our Rio de la Plata, not easy. I still love the river though.

Let me introduce you my favorite beach from my Cuban trip.

However, everything must come to an end, so after a couple of hours of relaxing at Rancho Luna it was time for us to continue our way to Trinidad. We took a panoramic road that is pretty much in good shape but has to be driven carefully because you can run into cars, motorbikes, carts, animals and of course many bends. But, you drive through the hills and its vegetation. The most privileged ones are the ones that aren't driving, a.k.a me and my dad's couple as we can see the most of it and take photos.

This is Topes de Collantes. There's a national park with this name that is everything that's good in life and more. Woods, walks and waterfalls.

We arrived to Trinidad, the third city founded in Cuba and among the firsts one in the whole continent. I repeat the pattern of getting a first bad impression (it was only the first impression because a couple of hours later I already loved this city and had a hard time leaving it afterwards becasue it really has it all).

We got lost -again-, (hey, another pattern!), we couldn't find the adress we were suposed to go, there must be something written wrong or I can't understand Ariel's handwriting. I'm in a serious bad mood. When we found the street, we couldn't find the number and after three times around the block a guy waved at us. He was supposed to be our host, but he had already rented one of his rooms so he offered us to stay in another house around the corner though we could leave or car at his house. Dad went to see the other place and approved, so there we went.

This is the view at sunset from the terrace at our new house. #Imnotleavingthisplace

There we went. We were received by Made and Rosquete. We had coffee, chatted, took a shower and went off to walk around. We are 5 blocks away from the very heart of the historic downtown. A lot of the streets are still made of stones, so here's a tip: wear sports footwear even though it doesn't match the rest of your outfit. Sandals...if they're flat it can be even painful for your feet, but it can be even a bit risky if you wear heels (who do I think is reading me that I'm talking about heels? good question). We made a few blocks when we made it to the Music Stairs, there, music groups of different cuban styles play since 5pm to a while after midnight. Go and dance! It's an order. If you don't, are you sure you're alive?

This street takes you staight to the town square and the music stairs. I haven't mentioned it yet, but I absolutely love these doors and windows.

Do you hear the sound coming out of this photo?

Needless to say, we stayed there. For the last time, I tried to get internet connection without luck, so bye bye new friend until I'm back home. We kept walking around until I made my mind to have a burger for dinner and there, there was this old man that approached us and sat to talk with us. He turned out to be quite a local figure. He is a writer and was also culture subdirector of the city. We could have spent days listening to him and taking note. We started talking about the history of the city, places to go and ended up talking about Zitarrosa and Viglietti (two Uruguayan major art figures). We told him about Tristan Narvaja market in Montevideo and he went nuts. The problem is that I'm so bad with names that I forgot his.

We walked around a little bit more and went to bed. My morning eggs and my night hamburger remember me that I wasn't that good after all and didn't have a good night sleep. Go away stomach bug!

*You can read the original version of this post in Spanish here.